We get paid in ephemeral digits,
Intangible,
For contributing our time,
Another figment of the mind.

Our time is only valued,
Based on descriptions of our experience,
That befit a prescription by others,
A judgement of our function.

We choose our experiences,
So that when they choose us,
We fit in neatly,
A cog in a machine.

All this we do, for the large part,
To free our choices,
To have the freedom to experience,
As we choose.